Dead Ends

Force myself to open my eyes as light breaks over this empty room.
Shut out the sound of droning thoughts.
My feet have finally found purchase on a ground
Made up of past mistakes and dejected days.
I just can't grasp this life of giving in.
Am I supposed to say that I'll find my way towards happiness
Stuck in a world where success
Is measured by how much we're willing to spend?
Punch the clock and waste away until the fucking end.

And maybe I've ruined everything,
But I'll never regret the time I've spent
Fighting for something more in a helpless world.
In a helpless world.